Somethings running out. Somethings ending. Everything is irritating, especially my other blog. Its an annoyance. It might expire for a while.

" Everything ends, everything breaks, everything passes "

Hakim - Anabalina

   


One of  Gi gi D'agostino's  more inventive mixes...

If we cant trust ourselves...

If a man based on his extensive experiences of another race deems that race evil, he is labelled a racist.

If a man with no dealings involving a particular race decides that race is evil, then he is deemed an ignorant racist.

Attack of the Cone Heads

I was in a large crowd yesterday and suddenly I had an epiphany that all the men had the same facial traits, that is they all had pointed noses and narrow faces. I shall call this clan the cone heads for want of a better phrase. Men with round faces such as my own have become the minority. It has not always been this way as I remember joking with a friend twenty years ago that actually the reverse was true, but something has changed. This cone head type result is particularly strong in the next generation locally to where I live. In fact its getting comical (no, not conical ).

   Another general trait Ive noticed was during my holiday to Glastonbury. I felt that the men there seemed taller and stronger than they used to be. I was in a play ground with my daughter pushing her on a swing, and I felt like I had stumbled in on a super race, and I am not short. It was uncomfortable. I felt acutely that I was not as they were at all. I felt like a breed apart. I am not like " them "

  .Glastonbury is very good at making you look within yourself and cruelly analyse who you are compared to who you would like to think you are. After a few days you realise you are not living true to yourself, in fact I started to get the feeling I was a living lie. I guess this was just the different sides of me being made to face each other. They say that Glastonbury can do that to you and that people often go there at particular times of change in their lives. I saw a lot of couples whose children had left home and were now searching for " something " ( well that was my perception ) Any way I straying from the point.

  Of course my own facial bone structure is very negro. I make no ( I was going to write " bones about it " lol ) Where this has come from I suspect is the slave trade. You see it was only in the 1700's that slavery was common place in the valley where I live. I surmise, well you can work it out ! Nope, I never will be part of the cone head clan, and as their numbers grow even my genetics may secombe to their pointy face unstoppable march.


P.S   My daughter is not a cone head !

Remember Me: Trailer - BBC One

 


Ive just started watching this fantastic three part contemporary horror series starring the Monty Python's Micheal Palin. Whats so good about it ? Well its been filmed in the North of Britain, and often at dusk at that special time that comes just before a pitch black night descends. I recognise that special light and I know it appears in the month of December. The colour of the landscape is also recognisable to me as quite local too. I like the fact that water is present in various forms as an evil force manifests. Even the light in the key characters abandoned home is right, it actually looks right for Winter. Accuracy is what makes this drama so scary Oh, and the terrifying Eastern female ghost !  The dream within a dream sequence is something ive experienced and I believe such events are certainly more than a dream...I think part two is on tonight. I guess I-Player will contain the series though.

Its All Backwards !

As I watched a news story tonight ( which one is not important ) I realised that todays news coverage breaks down a story by the gradual questioning of an originally solid observation. Yes, a statement is made and then dissolved slowly by considering both angles in turn. By the time the news item has finished you know NOTHING !
  Of course its quite healthy to consider both sides to a story and debate them, but lets see this done at the start of a story, and then see the reasoning of facts involved in moving towards that more concrete final conclusion.  Its not about being biased though, its all about a need to work towards a clearer picture instead of a news story that ends, or drifts into a state of entropy. What use is that to anyone ? Now lets get it the right way around !

Today I saw the car registration   LEO 23

Once Upon a Time...

 

 

Its strange, it was only a short while ago that I considered calling it a day on this blog. After all the situation that was causing me all my stress has now faded away, so has this blog reached its end then ? Well no, as I am the product of the experiences Ive been through, and I dont think the things recorded on this blog are going to grow less important to me. In fact my journey continues...
   As if confirming this outlook today the stats for this blog are now a third higher than for Drifting Sideways. I never thought I'd see that day. This blog was originally an after thought where I posted my more extreme views  ( remember the old abandoned room background ? ) .It wasn't long however before this blog found a more meaningful purpose, and became a very bespoke tool, and quite frankly at times its come close to the bone as they say. I never post links on fb too this blog, if people visit, its by their own devices.
  If a blog had to go, I guess it would be Drifting Sideways as strangely that's the one with the most memories to the past. Of course this time last year I tried amalgamating the two for a while. I was never satisfied compromising, and probably annoyed everyone in the process, including myself !

Nothing Too See But Open Skies

I sometimes envy those who get to stand on the edge of a precipice, and only they themselves can judge whether or not they are going to plunge into a life changing spiral, say of career, location in their continent ect. Yes, I am kind of  envious of that state of mind ,or flux, the control one has over circumstances, and having the pure freedom of the possibility of change ahead.
  I remember the moment I found out my wife was pregnant against the odds, I was in Cornwall on holiday. I was so shocked at the sudden change of events we drove all the way home immediately, despite having two days holiday left. I just couldnt settle. All the way home I had a view of the full moon in my cars side mirror. That was a haunting experience, I guess it was the adrenalin. I shall never forget that all night drive home knowing nothing was going to be the same again. No, I wasn't happy then, but I knew what was required. It all felt out of control though in the moment, and that was quite exciting in a strange way.
  I guess the fact ive never moved about contributes to this rather silly, ill thought out fantasy, but it is a situation I guess due to my work and family ties I will never experience ( I hope, oddly. You know what I mean.. ). Ive spoken to people who have experienced life changing moments involving travel, and they tell me Im lucky to have not gone through such a thing, they often go on next to tell me that they envy my constant life rhythm. I guess whatever we don't experience we dream to try...

The Golden Blog: A startling discovery

The Golden Blog: A startling discovery: I found myself reading a book yesterday about the history of a valley near where I live called Grizedale . It was once a thriving place in ...

Of the Problem of Face Book and the World in General

" ...then Father Perdurabo laughed. But those disciples nearest him, wept seeing the Universal sorrow. Those next to them laughed, seeing the Universal joke. Below these certain laughed. Then others wept. Others next laughed. Next others wept. Next others laughed...

Last came those that wept because they could not see the joke, and those that laughed lest they should be thought not to see the joke, and thought it safe to act like Father Perdurabo.

But Father Perdurabo laughed openly. He also at the same time wept secretly; and in his self neither laughed nor wept. Nor did he mean what he had said. "  



O.K this is very deep to be linked to Face Book, but it captures how vastly perceptions vary from person to person, and how any statement made must not be taken too seriously, as peoples motives for their reactions or what they appear to say are not always straight forward by any means. This is particularly true in a crowd or even on Face Book I suppose...   : )

Moon Magic

Midsummer sun
In midnight Winter sky
Moonlight hangs heavy over these hills tonight
Ethereal silver mist dissolving all that's mundane
A fairy tale landscapes defining this dale 
Unseen things flitter seen barely from eye
Their unknown trajectory
From some other side

Rich velvet shadows float darkly, no sound
Childhood exuberance echoes around
An ordinary room conducts taps and those cracks
Sparkling with something that's trying to get back
To what and to where ?
Its deviations abound
Like rain on my window
A familiar sound


2014 /  My Poetry

Simon Webbe & Kristina Argentine Tango to 'El Tango De Roxanne'- Strictl...

   


O.K this as a strange one, well the fact I found myself sitting watching Strictly Come Dancing was strange to start with last Saturday night, as I never normally pay much attention to it. And then BOOM ! this archetypal dance ends with a move that appeared to me to be very much an imitation of The Hanged Man that appears in the Tarot card pack. Ive never had anything to do with the Tarot system myself, as I find the present challenging enough without adding any complications to my perceptions... anyway check out what happens at 1:35 and decide for yourself  !   

THE ALMIGHTY - Takin' Hold

     


" ..now the Woodstock nations the Pepsi generation, if kills me gotta find my salvation... "

The Fear

Some will have a vivid mental image of the life they aim for, or would want to live if it were possible. An ideal lifestyle. An ideal existence even. I do as well, but I also have a vision of the opposite; This is the fear that my life may have been but for the grace of God, like some that I see out there. You see some people just living empty dull existences, they are fat, lazy, have fat lazy children, eat junk all the time, drive dull cars, watch mindless T.V series, buy cheap clothes ect. You see them and they are totally unaware of how they live, and worst of all they will leave NOTHING behind of any use when they leave this planet. They will have consumed vast amounts of energy to produce nothing. Their lives will have been spent sleep walking from one calamity to the next. Can you imagine the horror of living like that and not even being aware of it ? To have even a hint of substance and style in your outlook, work or even personal possessions I feel is essential  somehow. Does that sound shallow heaping so much onto the meaning of worldly possessions ? Im no style guru for sure, but I find pleasure in simple, rugged quality items. Maybe Im in love with the idea of our higher selves being reflected in our lower ? Yes, that's it ! Nailed it !

As the days darken

Just how have we got here ? Really !  Ive danced a strange dance for years, in fact I danced so hard I lost all track of time, and Ive finally come to a halt in a sublime time. Nothing much excites me at the moment. Days are dark and short. Money is short as is passion for anything much. Im bouncing along on a tepid tide of nothingness, punctuated by dawn and dusk. I have no reason in anything and Im as flaccid as the mealy taste I have stuck in my mouth, the taste of a  corrupted digestion of the everyday things which many say should indeed be my saviours. Im haunted by the past and loss of times again. There is no equivalent replacement future.
    Its odd, a peak experience. Its not just the moments when you were experiencing your little victories, mostly it was how I felt in between these events. These in between times spanned weeks, but I felt the ecstasy all through these interludes, and maybe it was these interludes that charmed me the most, a kind of back ground peace of mind. I miss that heady feeling. Here's an excerpt from something I wrote a couple of years ago that sums it all up....


"  When he woke up the cold Autumn rain had cleansed the streets. It was time to leave the filthy terraced house for good. The final yellow leaves of Autumn were falling to the ground. They could not out number his tears. Black skeleton trees revealed them selves.
   The emptiness was over whelming. He missed the sea, the caves, the Summer moon, both half and full, the thunder, full clouds, the torrential rain. A snatched smile, a moment of magic fulfilled. He missed the pull of the tide.
   He had chased the dragon all Summer, and only when it lay down at his feet did he feel any resemblance of peace. No longer could he feel the luxury of submission. Recent victories seemed to have followed the lunar cycle, but he couldn't be sure... "


As the days shorten my mind narrows. It narrows down and down onto a singular emotion. This is dangerous, its also the essence of magic no less. Its my gift and my curse. Spring begins the ascent again, Autumn the bumpy descent, Winter the dull dream like state of unreality, the kaleidoscope of reality, but im churning on empty this year.

Sun V Moon

Quote of the week   "  Its not that time of the month, its that time of the day "   

                                  

A Peculiar Blast from the Past / Future

Its quite shocking. Well over a year ago I gave a friend a Dion Fortune novel to read, and today her new profile picture resembles the front cover. She has become the image no less. Strange thing is I always new this would be so. This is making me smile ! Things work in a strange way echoeing and blending all possibilities. I havent spoken to her for long while, but i,m sure she has grown into an interesting young woman, in fact thats one thing I dont doubt.

Its getting very silly now. I can barely talk to anyone I see on a regular basis without the number 23 being mentioned. Im having a job to keep my face straight during conversations and the context in which 23 is being used is getting ever more varied.

Green Day - Brain Stew/Jaded [Official Music Video]

Thrashings

I sometimes think about stopping this blog as recording these subjects is a lonely business. Of course I only reflect what I see and the thoughts I have on to here. If I stopped writing the only thing that would change is nothing. Today an unfortunate happening that arose from actively trying to avoid a past mistake resulting in an even more dangerous event occurring. Ive written about it on my other blog. I shouldn't trust my instincts tonight. I don't really know why im scrutinising this blog, its only reflecting whats out there. Ive had enough worldly troubles and unworldly happenings to strain my sanity. Im tired.

If we avoid death by a millimeter, thats enough...

Diabolical

Why are events so dark at this time of year ? Here is a nasty little story of coincidences. Ive gradually noted more of them over time. Today a woman was killed and cannibalised in Wales by a man recently released from prison. When I listened to the news story the first name of the deceased made me prick up my ears. Then the surname of the killer was given out, and again a chill went through me. You see these two names when put together were the name of a person who was notorious in my sphere for her recent actions, even Wales was relevant. I admit Im highly suggestible but over time I see more of these little pictures. They almost seem a mockery or mimic or a twisted homage to a distant and unrelated event. I dont know what you call this sort of thing, and maybe I dont want too.

Anythings possible / nothings likely...

Asylum 1972

     





This is one of my favourite horror films and Hammer films of all time. Basically, are the inmates of an asylum really deluded, or have they just experienced a strange side to life ?  A new doctor arrives and is set the task of identifying which inmate was until recently the manager of the Asylum ! OK the special effects are dated, but the stories are good. Of course the opening theme music sets the tone brilliantly.
    Hammer produced another similar film around then too. It starred Donald Pleasance, and it was called  Tales that witness madness, but I cant find that on You-tube unfortunately. I must admit it too is another favourite film of mine.  Again the manager in this second film, also set in an asylum has to admit that the inmates are all actually telling the truth...Spooky

Sun / Moon

If a man does a great deed  because of a woman or solely for a woman then that which he achieves will often amount to  nothing ! Well, thats one persons opinion I read with amusement recently, and judging by what Ive seen in some peoples lives its an accurate statement too ! Are men and women so incompatible ?

I read once that a man goes through a complete mental Sun cycle in 24 hours

A woman's mental cycle of course is deemed as being over 28 days, so its a long varied affair and often confusing to a man as the gradual waxing and waning's are hard for him to judge !

SUBJECTIVE / MYSTICAL RUBBISH ?   Well no, as hormonally at mans cycle's peaks and troughs in 24hours and a woman's bodily hormonal cycle takes 28 days. This medical fact backs up the mystical idea of man being like the Sun and woman being as the Moon